Mumblings & Musings

The little child within us that often felt unsafe in the world, wanders around looking for shelter even as an adult. It rarely occurs to us that such a place is ourselves. When we don't learn to trust the quiet emptiness that we are all made of, we will spend our life...

The path to Grace is never straight or predictable. It is in fact, often narrow & dark. You get used to just feel your way around, without really being able to see. And yet it always comes a time when light would not go amiss. That is the moment to just stop...

Each one of us has a Divine Mother within, offering sanctuary & unconditional love regardless of our choices and past. When we acknowledge her presence and trust her guidance, we feel safe to venture into life, to grow and take risks. With Divine Mother by our...

This world of ours is a bit like a big hotel. We all have our favourite room, where we come back life after life. We may hang out with the other guests, we may choose to just keep ourselves to ourselves. Sometimes all we can afford is the tiniest room in the basement,...

There is a battle inside each one of us. A war that has been galloping into our hearts since time began. Often it is a battle against others, but it is the fight against ourselves the one that stops us from truly being in life. As we push against what we cannot...

"The journey of the soul cannot be put into words, at least not human’s words. This alone is the one thing that actually requires us to walk a path that is never straight nor smooth. Alone. Yes, we’d meet other souls along the way, possibly find love and even settle...

Blessings Familia, How are you all? While spring is already making its way out, I just cannot believe how quickly this year is going. Whenever a new season approaches, I like preparing an altar to celebrate life with her wise cycles. Back in March though I just could...

I have been quiet lately and chosen to offer silence to our grieving world. I suddenly felt that no word could placate the anger wanting to emerge. I've remained silent but vigil, knowing that this too shall pass. Yet, as I watch events unfolding, I can't help...

I was born Antonia Tuzio. And I had curly hair. I liked neither. I spent the majority of my younger years (if not all of them) wishing I had been called something exotic and that my hair had been straight. I remember one day crying my eyes out cause a little girl told...

It's not always easy to accept your own flaws. Now more than ever. I'd love to tell you all of how I've found enlightenment during this pandemic; of how it took a virus to make me a brand new woman. None of that I'm afraid. I'm the same "me" I was 2 months ago. Same...